Pot Nets Bayside Quotes & Sayings

I can't find the image, I said to myself. I'm thirty, I'm standing still, and I can't find the image. — Haruki Murakami

A perfect morning; in perfect harmony with myself I'm walking briskly uphill ... For once I didn't notice that I was walking, all the way up to the mountaintop forest I was absorbed in deep thought. Perfect clarity and freshness in the air, up further there's some snow. The tangerines make me completely euphoric. — Werner Herzog

[The way I work] is like driving a car at night: you never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

(The Paris Review, Winter 1986, No. 101) — E.L. Doctorow

Take ownership of every decision you make because you will be hold responsible for the film, whether good or bad. — David Fincher

Nothing is poetical if plain daylight is not poetical; and no monster should amaze us if the normal man does not amaze. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

In the end, whether I write the script or, in this case, somebody else did, there's a point where you let it go when you're making a movie. You just have to. The thing that you shoot is not what you imagined in your head - it never is exactly that. And it shouldn't be. — Todd Haynes

Did not care. Going to the wall he unfastened the cord and — Philip K. Dick

I have always been very calm on the outside. I'm not too stressed now just because I'm in formula one. For me, tomorrow will be another day whether I finish first or last. I have to do the maximum and I cannot ask any more from myself. — Fernando Alonso

What do you want, Morgan?" he asks after a moment, his voice low. "Just... tell me what you want from me. I can't stand here and do this with you."
"You named me," I say. That's not the first time I've heard him call me by my real name. Morgan. "You only name what you keep, remember? — J.M. Darhower

Delhi: This place is inself an oxymoron. — Parul Wadhwa

Me? As England's answer to Jonah Lomu? Joanna Lumley, more likely. — Damian Hopley

..he went to the kitchen to get a banana; after each mouthful he pulled back a fraction the four or five strips of striped skin, faded petals, which covered his fist as it clenched the base of the fruit; carefully he detached the friable, cardboard-flavoured filaments that run down its surface like meridian lines, in a word peeling his banana the way the anthropoid will forever peel his. He threw one of the filaments into the fly cage.. — Jean Echenoz

Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right. — Sherrilyn Kenyon